Sunset

As day yields to the night’s embrace, The horizon glows with a warm, still grace, Sunset’s palette rich and bold, An artwork painted in crimson gold.

Each ray a whisper, each moment rare, A fleeting glimpse of what we share, In sunsets past, we find our way, In every twilight, a hope at bay.

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Let us gather in evening’s shadow, For in this moment, our spirits follow.

• Henry David Thoreau